The figure took 2 steps toward them. She was beautiful. 18, maybe 19, wearing tight fitting black leather pants and halter top, baring her midriff. Her long blond hair, still wet, fell across her bare shoulders. The water droplets forming rivulets which ran down her chest and arms. In her right hand was a familiar looking silver cylinder, and her blue eyes showed malice.... and maybe a hint of fear.
"You guys are tresspassing on Sith grouds. If you don't leave now, I'll make you," she said and she flipped the thumb switch, the snap-hiss revealing her red blade.
Before he realized what he had done, Trychon's own saber was activated, gripped tightly in front of him with both fists. He found himself moving quickly forward to close the 30 or so paces between them.
At the same instant, Raezyr raised his left hand toward the girl. He released the Force energy which he had been harnessing since she first appeared in the doorway.
Unready for it, the push threw the girl off balance just enough to knock her down and her light saber deactivated, fell to the ground and skittered across the floor a few feet away.
Immediately she rolled over and scrambled for her weapon, and Trychon rushed to intercept her.
Trychon wasn't going to make it, but as she dived across the last distance the saber twitched, and then flew through the air and into Raezyr's out stretched left palm.
Trychon covered the last couple of feet as the girl rolled over and placed the tip of his blade inches from her neck, covering her ivory skin in a menacing red glow. He could see from the fear in her eyes that his first light saber fight, however brief as it may have been, was over.
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